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    Cyburbian Emeritus Bear Up North's avatar
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    Poetry: Your Thoughts, Your Poetry

    Wandering through the Haiku Chat Thread, noticed a comment hinting that we should have a Cyburbian poetry thread. I checked the archives and found a number of threads that related to poetry but no actual "poetry" thread.

    Ripping open a brand new box of threadwords, here's a thread to discuss poetry, slam it if you must, share it if you dare. Your thoughts, your poetic history.....what say you?

    Bear & Poetry.....Probably composed a thousand poems in my lifespan. Most pretty-much sucked. But, had some gems, in the form of award winners, published poems, etc. My older brother was also a published poet and his many and varied works inspired me. He also turned me on to e e cummings and that particular open style of poetry. Most of my poems are in that style, although when I was in university I was experimenting with more rigid styling.

    Most of my poems were generated from emotional ups and downs of relationships. Not so much now, but in my younger years I had the ability to produce a poem in a very short period of time.....for instance, on a bar napkin while a young lady I was hitting on was in the loo. Most of the time the resulting poem was justly rewarded, if only by a gentle touch, a warm smile, a conversation opener that led to a relationship. There were a couple circumstances where the "instant poem" became wall art.....at least until the proverbial thrill was gone and the wall art was used for toilet paper.

    When Katie and this Bear were married we drove back to our home in the boonies of very rural Henry County, OH. Katie said, "I will wash the truck before we head to the bar for the wedding celebration." While she washed the truck I typed up a quickie poem, focusing on how much she meant to me and how special the day was. We still cherish that day and that poetic adventure.

    Examples.....

    SWAMP LOVE

    nobody is watching
    the lady & the dinosaur

    nobody watches
    the young & the old

    the young:
    alive & pretty
    (a stench of sexuality)

    the old:
    a clomping dinosaur
    (dangerous but dying)

    everybody is watching
    the lady & the dinosaur

    everybody watches
    the young & the old
    _____

    KELLY ON THE BEACH

    the sand-covered fantasy
    was visible again today:

    kelly on the beach
    cold, wet rocks

    late summer's exciting chill
    barefoot water

    icy blue skies
    and later in the day:

    warm-as-summer-sun blankets
    and autumn clouds

    gliding slowly past
    kelly on the beach

    and cold, wet rocks
    _____

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    I like Dr Seuss.

    The only other poetry I can even remontely remember being interested in is this book from fifth grade. I have a copy somewhere in my house probably in a box in my kid's closet http://www.amazon.com/Reflections-Wa.../dp/0688412319

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    Poultry or Poetry?

    Banty rooster struts his stuff
    Foghorn T. Leghorn in miniature

    Henny Penny scratches in the dirt
    Eggs laid in the hen house

    Chicken Little runs for cover
    Dangerous sky is overhead

    Harlan Sanders watches over all
    Kentucky Colonel in a bucket

    Deep-fried dreams in the air
    “Death comes when memories of the past exceed the vision for the future.”

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    I've never written poetry only read it. My favorite was Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade" which we had to memorize and recite in class.

    "Half a league, half a league, half a league onward,
    All into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred.
    "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said.
    Into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred.

    Cannon to the right of them
    Cannon to the left of them
    Cannon to the front of them"


    That's all I can remember.
    Lots of beer and wine have crossed my tongue since 7th grade.
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    Dylan is one my favorite poets and I'm not talkin' Dylan Thomas. .

    Motorpsycho Nightmare - Bob Dylan

    I pounded on a farmhouse
    Lookin' for a place to stay
    I was mighty, mighty tired
    I had come a long, long way
    I said, "Hey, hey, in there
    Is there anybody home ?
    I was standin' on the steps
    Feelin' must alone
    Well, out comes a farmer
    He must have thought that I was nuts
    He immediately looked at me
    And stuck a gun into my guts

    I fell down
    To my bended knees
    Saying, "I dig farmers
    Don't shoot me please"
    He cocked his rifle
    And began to shout
    "You're that travelin' salesman
    That I have heard about"v I said, "No ! No ! No !
    I'm a doctor and it's true
    I'm a clean-cut kid
    And I been to college too".

    Then in comes his daughter
    Whose name was Rita
    She looked like she stepped out of
    La Dolce Vita
    I immediately tried to cool it
    With her dad
    And told him what a
    Nice, pretty farm he had
    He said, "What do doctors
    Know about farms, pray tell ?"
    I said, "I was born
    At the bottom of a wishing well".

    Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
    I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
    He said "I guess, you're tired"
    He said, kinds sly
    I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
    Today I drove"
    He said, "I got a bed for you
    Underneath the stove
    Just one condition
    You got to sleep right now
    That you don't touch my daughter
    And in the morning, milk the cow".

    I was sleepin' like a rat
    When I heard something jerkin'
    There stood Rita
    Lookin' just like Tony Perkins
    She said, "Would you like to take a shower ?
    I'll show you up to the door"
    I said, "Oh, no, no
    I've been through this movie before
    I knew I had to split
    But I didn't know how
    When she said,
    "Would you like to take that shower now ?"

    Well, I couldn't leave
    Unless the old man chased me out
    'Cause I'd already promised
    That I'd milk his cows
    I had to say something
    To strike him very weird
    So I yelled out
    "I like Fidel Castro and his beard"
    Rita looked offended
    But she got out of the way
    As he came charging down the stairs
    Sayin', "What's that I heard you say ?"

    I said, "I like Fidel Castro I think you heard me right"
    And I ducked as he swung
    At me with all his might
    Rita mumbled something
    'Bout her mother on the hill
    As his fist hit the icebox
    He said he's going to kill me
    If I don't get out of the door
    In two seconds flat
    "Your unpatriotic
    Rotten doctor Commie rat".

    Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
    At my head and I did run
    I did a somersault
    As I seen him get his gun
    And chrashed through the window
    At a hundred miles an hour
    And landed fully blast
    In his garden flowers
    Rita said, "Come back"
    As he started to load
    The sun was comin' up
    And I was runnin' down the road.

    Well, I don't figure I'll be back
    There for a spell
    Even though Rita moved away
    And got a job in a motel
    He still waits for me
    Constant on the sky
    He wants to turn me in
    To the FBI
    Me, I romp and stomping
    Thankful as a romp
    Without freedom of speech
    I might be in the swamp.
    “Death comes when memories of the past exceed the vision for the future.”

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    Every night before his bedtime, I recited "The Finn Who Wouldn't Take a Sauna" for my son. It started when he was a baby and to soothe him on his cranky night I would hold him and recite it because the cadence calmed him and five minutes (about how long it takes to recite it) was about how long it would take to get him asleep. It is a poem by Garrison Keillor.

    I like the poetry of Bret Harte and Robert Service (manly poets, don't you know). Stagecoach robber Black Bart had a few amusing ditties he would leave in the opened cash box.

    Other than a few limericks I don't write poetry.
    "I am very good at reading women, but I get into trouble for using the Braille method."

    ~ Otterpop ~

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    So What will it Be

    So what will it be
    What is your choice
    The lady
    Or the tiger
    The devil
    Or the deep blue sea
    Both Scylla and Charybdis call

    Decisions made
    And not made
    Roads not taken
    Turns not made
    Lines forever branching
    Leading us down a path
    Know only to God

    A life
    Lived in retrospect
    Eyes forever looking back
    Is no life at all
    For the present
    Forms the quicksand
    Of the past
    Looking to trap
    Those who linger too long

    Decisions delayed
    Lead to debts
    Coming due
    With interest
    And the Devil
    Keeps deadly accurate books

    A fork in the road
    Becomes a thread
    In a spider’s web
    The strands
    Of our lives
    Spun together
    Forming the tapestry
    That is our life
    When did I go from Luke Skywalker to Obi-Wan Kenobi?

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    Oh Oh

    Oh Oh.....this Bear is in BIG trouble.....

    Katie is always commenting that I have lost "the romantic touch".....those days when I would (almost instantly) jumble some words together, label it a "poem", and present it to her. She would respond with a big smile, perhaps a tear or two, and I would be golden for at least a little while.

    In response to a new thread in the CITIES forum, I quickly responded with a poetic outburst. It took me about 20 minutes to compose.....and just as I was entering it into the good halls of Cyburbia.....Katie walked in. And saw a poem.....

    "You mean you can instantly write a poem for your city planner buddies and I don't get jack?"

    I better reach back for the gold.....I need to write a second poem tonight.....and it better not be about a city.



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    My brother had a BEAR of a time getting thru h.s. I think he was in 9th grade or so when he submitted this "poem" in English class:

    (Mr Enoch was a teacher at our school; and a real freak)

    Here I sit on Enoch's car
    Looking over the lake so far
    How I wish I was in Enoch's car
    On my way to Harry's Bar

    We had a couple of come to Jesus talks about English after that one.

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    This past weekend this Bear was continuing the big project in the upstairs study.....a project that includes sorting through old papers, drawings, collectibles, and.....poems. I decided that I need to get my poems.....the good and the bad.....on a disc. They had all been typed on ye olde typewriter(s). Here are a couple that I ran across (with some historical perspective).....

    This first little ditty was written in the mid-to-late 1970s. Dance bars all had disco floors.....those flashing lights under the floors. I was a regular at a Perrysburg, OH, dance bar called Dixie Electric. It was located on a road sometimes called "Dixie Highway".

    HABITAT

    rock and roll music:
    lights as quick
    as a small insect

    buzzing faster now

    dixie dreamworld:
    everybody walking on clouds
    in the middle of hell
    _____

    Or, how about this next poem. Katie and I were married in Napoleon, OH. We returned to our Henry County home.....and Katie washed my truck. What she didn't know is that I went up to the study and quickly composed a bit of a love poem. And she loved it.

    WEDDING DAY POEM

    first two hours together:
    (meeting)
    pleasantries.....
    exploring wants & desires
    wondering why our hearts
    have so many burn marks on them

    first two hours together:
    (loving)
    passion.....
    dancing lights blinking forever
    knowing that our fusion has ignited
    a healing fire

    first two hours together:
    (married)
    rings of love.....
    warm and close
    fast and hot
    a brushfire of ecstasy
    that will never burn out
    _____

    Kinda fun going through all those memories that are stacked upstairs.

    Bear
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    Poem Time

    I was going through some desk files and wandered across a stack of poems, written over the course of many years. Can you guess what this poem is about?

    THERE WILL BE NO BLUNDERS (Song For Nicole)

    there will be no blunders
    there will be
    smoke:
    whisper-quiet floating softly now
    (no blunders)
    smolder ash
    covering the red streaks
    and
    savage sidewalks
    _____

    Bear
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    I kind of like the playful porpoise,
    A healthy mind in a healthy corpus.
    He and his cousin the playful dolphin,
    Why they like swimmin like I like golphin.

    Ogden Nash

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    This is a poem about love:

    Love is like a bomb, baby come and get it on
    Living like a lover with a radar phone
    Looking like a tramp, like a video vamp
    Demolition woman can I be your man?
    Dazzle and a dazzle and a flash a little light


    Wow. That's deep.
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    I wrote several poems throughout middle school and high school in my English classes. Here's one I wrote about my favorite band:

    Aerosmith, O Aerosmith
    filled with adrenaline and glee
    They give it all they got
    for the whole crowd to see

    With their well-written songs
    they inspire us all
    From “Back in the Saddle”
    to “Rag Doll”

    They’ve overcome so much
    in their long, hard lives
    From drugs & alcohol to breakups
    They really do have "nine lives"

    Starting out doing gigs
    at garages, barns, and bars
    They’ve now become showmen—
    the world’s biggest stars

    Sixty-five million albums
    Twenty Top 40 hits
    Selling out massive concerts
    Emerging from the pits

    The flag guitars
    The colorful scarves
    All have become treasured
    deep inside our hearts

    Doing wild backflips
    at age fifty-five
    Entertaining the people
    is how they survive

    No rock or boulder
    can stand in their way
    Aerosmith the great
    is here to stay
    "Life's a journey, not a destination"
    -Steven Tyler

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    Here's a haiku I wrote:

    Writing a haiku
    is more complicated than
    you would ever think
    "Life's a journey, not a destination"
    -Steven Tyler

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    Seeing as how ursus has recently demonstrated an affinity for poetry, it's only right he should have the opportunity to share.


    I confess I'm kinda torn where poetry is concerned. In theory I like the idea of finding and employing the perfect words and phrases to convey a sentiment. In practice, I tend to find most free-form poetry pretentious...but not all. If I'm in the right mood it can be an elevating experience.

    I tend to like rhyming poetry more, but maybe that's just proof of what a bumpkin I am at heart.
    People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor

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    We included a number of poems at my daughter's memorial service. We are not religious so it seemed much more appropriate and fitting than any bible verse. It also felt much more emotional.

    My godmother read i carry your heart by e.e. cummings at my daughter's memorial service. She did an excellent job. I knew I liked the poem but when she read it, I was mesmerized, it was as if she was reading a completely different piece of poetry, one that I had never encountered. I really was amazed.


    i carry your heart by e.e. cummings

    i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
    my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
    i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing,my darling)

    i fear
    no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
    no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
    and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you

    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
    higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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    Misery,

    ever punctual and self-assured

    found me this afternoon

    napping like a cat,

    swollen fat for no

    good reason and

    all the hunting in me gone

    to seed.


    so what to do

    but square my shoulders, smile,

    face my guest, and

    admit --

    she's right on time.

    "...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister

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    Chairman of the bored Maister's avatar
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    Wow, ursus, that was good. Did you really write that yourself?
    People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor

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    I appreciate poetry. I even wrote for a few years when I was in my late teen/early 20s. But I don't read poetry. If that makes sense.
    "I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany"

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    Quote Originally posted by Maister View post
    Wow, ursus, that was good. Did you really write that yourself?
    Thanks, and yes. One afternoon at work when I should have been doing research for a particualarly important staff report. That's typical.
    "...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister

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    Quote Originally posted by Maister View post
    Wow, ursus, that was good. Did you really write that yourself?
    I'll second that. That's a great poem Ursus. 4 reals.
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    How are you
    nate22?

    Have you enjoyed
    the Cyburbian zoo?

    Your presence is always there
    permeating the cyber-air

    aloof and above it all
    I bet you're really tall

    we hope someday you'll post
    instead of being a cyber-ghost

    is sasksaab your good friend?
    if so, like he, don't end

    your time here and go out
    or think its better to say nothing and be though a fool
    than to open your mouth and remove all doubt
    People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor

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